The Yale Literary Magazine, Bind 130,Oplag 3–4Yale Literary Society, 1962 |
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... began to fall before closing my balcony doors , for the wind was cool against my face . The activity that preceded the storm's coming , of people and trees and papers in the street — it all excited me . It also allowed me to forget that ...
... began to fall before closing my balcony doors , for the wind was cool against my face . The activity that preceded the storm's coming , of people and trees and papers in the street — it all excited me . It also allowed me to forget that ...
Side 34
... began to grow afraid . I'll leave here soon , I thought , with my books and souvenirs and my paper on Polin that some- body somewhere might be interested in publishing . But I could not take my room on rue de Rennes or Andrée and Jean ...
... began to grow afraid . I'll leave here soon , I thought , with my books and souvenirs and my paper on Polin that some- body somewhere might be interested in publishing . But I could not take my room on rue de Rennes or Andrée and Jean ...
Side 35
... began with wanting to hold my breath . Then butterflies danced inside of me and all along the surface of my arms I felt a kind of sweet pain that finally reached my fingertips . When it did , I closed my eyes and slowly released my ...
... began with wanting to hold my breath . Then butterflies danced inside of me and all along the surface of my arms I felt a kind of sweet pain that finally reached my fingertips . When it did , I closed my eyes and slowly released my ...
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